It was an odd affair, to say the least. Normally Tigon moved small deposits of ore a time, a few hundred units of ore in his personal freighters. This month
the Dark Lord had ordered something different, ordering a galactic warship or two to lead a more substantial shipment. Such a movement would of course warrant
attention, but no force in the vicinity of the space lanes would be able to counter his carriers.
"Double check everything, this won't happen again any time soon." Knowing what dark fate would befall them if the Darth repeated himself, the mining facility became a swarm of activity both living and machine. Tension was high, they could not afford to mess this up.
"Faster! We leave in an hour." A false hope for the workers, as Churs planned to leave much sooner than an hour. But the order created the desired effect and the motion blurred as speeds increased. They knew in an hour anyone left on this station that wasn't a miner would not be living.
"Double check everything, this won't happen again any time soon." Knowing what dark fate would befall them if the Darth repeated himself, the mining facility became a swarm of activity both living and machine. Tension was high, they could not afford to mess this up.
"Faster! We leave in an hour." A false hope for the workers, as Churs planned to leave much sooner than an hour. But the order created the desired effect and the motion blurred as speeds increased. They knew in an hour anyone left on this station that wasn't a miner would not be living.
